Too Real Songtext
von Rylo Rodriguez

Crazy, crazy (ooh)

One of my niggas slick said, "I′ve been actin' funny since I got money" (ooh)
Turned bro up onto bags, let him have the shit that I fronted (ooh)
I can′t bring my pistol in my show, you know it got canceled (ooh)
Thinkin' me and her on the same track, but I had outran her (oh)
Thinkin' me and bro on the same page (ooh), but this a new chapter
Can′t fall out with my bro about no ho′, I let the crew jag her
My trust inside a Glock 20, button will make it shoot faster (ooh)
He a rat, keep him shackled, free them niggas who matter (ooh)

Every time they need some paper, only time they askin' for my number (ooh)
They only call me with their problem, they don′t never ask 'bout my mom
They don′t never ask about my sister, niggas who I love can't know where I′m livin' (ooh)
They don't hurt me, had me in my feelings, comin′ from the jets, like air whistle
Took so many shots, he probably died tipsy (ooh)


Bruh smoked a nigga the whole city love, now his family hot
Money on his head, killer intent, know we campin′ out
Got to hang with these niggas my whole life (ooh), since we was project babies
I can't pick the phone up for you no more, ′cause you cooperated (ooh)
Got way more problem right now then I had when I was broke
'Cause stackin′ bread like YTB Fatt, glad he got a loaf
They caught a nigga with his children, no pass, he gotta go (ooh)
Bruh dropped the opps for some little bread, to that we gotta toast (ooh)

Shot Wayne, seen bullet holes through the windshield glass (ooh)
Cartier watches on you, Insta, Snap
Got getback, now he incarcerated, we'll say the family proud (ooh)
Tryna get his members to send some paper, they gave him the runaround
FaceTime Scooter, he in a cell, he say he miss putin′ that shit on
He gettin' geeked, 'fore he hit court, so you know he finna go sit down

Take a Xanax right ′fore his sentence, quay and syrup messin′ up my kidney
Interrogation, bruh ain't stand on business, how the state subpoena you for a witness?
You said, "I know you my whole life, so I′m 'posed to look past that and I′m trippin'"
But it get to a point, where you can′t defend who you can't
He high on drills, pink roxy, got lines of green in his drank
I pray he spin 'til he can′t, I hope he spin ′til he faint (ooh)

I don't get that ho ′fore they backdoor me, plus I ain't no lame
I′m from Mobile, you smack a killer, that's how you get your name
He ain′t got no heart, he ain't got no loyalty, he ran off with a chain
Even though he did, that don't mean you get the police involved, you strange (ooh)


Hurt me, I gotta watch my back around some of these niggas, my day one brothers
My little ′partna′ got booked, tryna fly him on the plane and say that ain't bruh luggage
Niggas leaked my album, I went to the booth, dropped more songs, switched the cover
Been a minute since I stayed at a female house, I remember kickin′ shit with trouble

Whole city know I love that girl, get to wonderin', "Bae, how we still together?"
Like, "What you see in me? You done caught me cheatin′, you know you can do much better"
I respect you highly, fuck your friend say, I won't do that ever
I had heard the news, bruh gave his L back, I′m thinkin' who little Mega
Before my probation, I got like a few more weeks 'til I be a bunkie
Bruh play with his nose right in front of me, I shed a tear, my little brother a junky

I come outside and I got it on me, I ain′t never gotta garnish nothin′
Quarter ticket on my people lawyer, I'd freed more niggas than Harriet Tubman
I pick a strange side for my brother, if he lyin′, I'ma roll with it
See you ′bout to make it, they gon' try and stop it, you haters stop goal-tendin′
I'm direct like Cole Bennett, I was drinkin' controlled substance
Fuck niggas ain′t sold nothin′, stop playin' you poor hustlin′

Which one of you niggas gon' jump in the backseat, they come take a member?
You don′t like to jump, everybody get to stickin' his hands out the window
Always askin′ when my music drop, Kayla ask me 'bout my mental
When I'm at my shows, I ain′t stuntin′ no hoe, the members got credentials
Won't take her keyboard, she don′t ever give no space, had to send then enter
I can already tell me and bruh gon' fall over hoes, this little nigga tender

He told in the police car, he′ll post on Facebook, I went and unfriend him
It ain't black and white, so a couple niggas from my city be tryna defend him
Tryna talk to twin, like your kids in here, you service where you stay at
It′s gon' do jail for the Feds will warrant for them to search where you lay at
Five-K for G-Way Ps, used vacuum seal, distributor
Wouldn't know which one the shooter, we don′t post no pictures on computers
Fucked up, I had start respondin′ for her to abort it 'fore she kept it
She had tried to fight me, it took a lot not to sock her, even though she messy